This is the story of how I met Ryan and how I became a braver and stronger person. It's a story about fear, resilience, and triumph.
Hi, My name is Pepin and I'm 24 years old, 4 feet tall, 60 pounds, and gay......yes really haha I have light blue eyes and black wavy hair. I'm in university for psychology. I've been bullied my whole life for being extra small and gay. People call me "Mini fag" and "butt plug". The friends I do have are amazing and have helped me through my worst times. We've been through a lot, but I swear everybody was worried about me cause I trusted a giant, but it all went sore quickly. I found my true strength. I concurred the beast.
I grew up in a normal plain town with normal plain people.
My town was big, but nothing interesting to do. It is a 2 hour drive to the nearest big city. I remember the day my fear of tall guys started...
I've only dated 2 guys in my life and both of them didn't turn out well so I chose to not date anymore. One of the guys I dated was named Dylan. I met him in high school. He was 5'5" and slim at 130 lbs. He had beautiful green eyes and light brown hair. He was a sweetheart, but ended up breaking up with me cause he said it was like dating a child and that he couldn't handle my size. He wish he had more to cuddle.
The other guy I dated was named Nick. He was 6'4" and 215 lbs. He had a big chest and big arms...almost the size of my waist. He had brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was attractive, but definitely intimidating at first. I thought he'd be too much for me to handle and I was right. I met him online and he was a sweetheart too...at first, but I found it hard to deal with his size sometimes. He was so protective over me and treated me with so much respect and patience.
One night it all changed and he and some of his friends were over at my apartment and were drinking. I chose not to drink because I had an exam the next day. The more drunk they got the more playful and rough they got with each other. Nick's friend, Travis, who was one of the heavier guys at 6' and 245 lbs ended up coming up behind me and picking me up from under my armpits. He shook me and started laughing and saying how small and weak I was. I told him to put me down and cut it out, but he threw me on the couch and laid on top of me. I felt my whole body flatten and the pain was too much. I tried to breathe and yell for help, but couldn't get one breath in. He just laughed and laughed and the other guys thought he was the funniest thing ever. He only stayed on me for 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He got up and I laid there panting and rolled off the couch into the ground. I don't understand why this was so funny to them. Nick came up to me and lifted me up completely and pushed me towards the kitchen which caused me to stumble over. He then told me I was his slave and I had to obey him. I froze and looked up at his drunken glazed over eyes.
"Nick...aren't you going to tell your friend off? That fucking hurt." I said to him as I'm still breathing slightly heavily.
"What? Nah. He's just playing around." He giggled as he leaned against the wall
The night ended and all his friends went home but I was still stuck in a feeling of fear. From that night on, Nick was different and began to be abusive. He would boss me around and tell me that I'm weak and that I can't do anything to stop him. He'd hit me and use me as a toy. I couldn't say no to him because he pick me up and throw me around. It got to the point where I just ran away to my friends house one night and just told him everything.
My best friend, Quinn, was my everything. I knew him since I was 12 and we went through hell together, but if I ever need anything or any help, he is always there for me. Quinn is a short guy himself at 4'10" and 90 lbs. He has green eyes and blonde scruffy hair.
That night he help me get all of my stuff out of my apartment and brought it to his place. I broke up with Nick via text message and he didn't seem phased by it at all. He just said "whatever runt. Go find somebody that can deal with your shit".
For a year I just woke up, went to class, then came home and sat around or went to work then came home and slept. I work at a restaurant called, Freddy's Grill. It's basically your typical steak and fries type of place. Obviously people would look at me and ask me how tall I was almost on a nightly basis. I was used to it.
I have a fear of tall people so sometimes when I see a 5'10" or taller guy pay attention to me or talk to me I freeze and begin to feel extremely anxious. I knew my fear came from Nick and his friends and all the bullying I faced when I was younger, but I'm still struggling with it and sometimes leave work early if there is a guy who was tall and big who I couldn't serve anymore cause I was too fearful.
Later on in the year me and Quinn were talking and he told me he wanted to hook me up.
"Dude you've been single for over a year now! It's time to shine! I know there is a guy out there for you! Come on man!" He said with a big grin on his face.
Hi, My name is Pepin and I'm 24 years old, 4 feet tall, 60 pounds, and gay......yes really haha I have light blue eyes and black wavy hair. I'm in university for psychology. I've been bullied my whole life for being extra small and gay. People call me "Mini fag" and "butt plug". The friends I do have are amazing and have helped me through my worst times. We've been through a lot, but I swear everybody was worried about me cause I trusted a giant, but it all went sore quickly. I found my true strength. I concurred the beast.
I grew up in a normal plain town with normal plain people.
My town was big, but nothing interesting to do. It is a 2 hour drive to the nearest big city. I remember the day my fear of tall guys started...
I've only dated 2 guys in my life and both of them didn't turn out well so I chose to not date anymore. One of the guys I dated was named Dylan. I met him in high school. He was 5'5" and slim at 130 lbs. He had beautiful green eyes and light brown hair. He was a sweetheart, but ended up breaking up with me cause he said it was like dating a child and that he couldn't handle my size. He wish he had more to cuddle.
The other guy I dated was named Nick. He was 6'4" and 215 lbs. He had a big chest and big arms...almost the size of my waist. He had brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was attractive, but definitely intimidating at first. I thought he'd be too much for me to handle and I was right. I met him online and he was a sweetheart too...at first, but I found it hard to deal with his size sometimes. He was so protective over me and treated me with so much respect and patience.
One night it all changed and he and some of his friends were over at my apartment and were drinking. I chose not to drink because I had an exam the next day. The more drunk they got the more playful and rough they got with each other. Nick's friend, Travis, who was one of the heavier guys at 6' and 245 lbs ended up coming up behind me and picking me up from under my armpits. He shook me and started laughing and saying how small and weak I was. I told him to put me down and cut it out, but he threw me on the couch and laid on top of me. I felt my whole body flatten and the pain was too much. I tried to breathe and yell for help, but couldn't get one breath in. He just laughed and laughed and the other guys thought he was the funniest thing ever. He only stayed on me for 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He got up and I laid there panting and rolled off the couch into the ground. I don't understand why this was so funny to them. Nick came up to me and lifted me up completely and pushed me towards the kitchen which caused me to stumble over. He then told me I was his slave and I had to obey him. I froze and looked up at his drunken glazed over eyes.
"Nick...aren't you going to tell your friend off? That fucking hurt." I said to him as I'm still breathing slightly heavily.
"What? Nah. He's just playing around." He giggled as he leaned against the wall
The night ended and all his friends went home but I was still stuck in a feeling of fear. From that night on, Nick was different and began to be abusive. He would boss me around and tell me that I'm weak and that I can't do anything to stop him. He'd hit me and use me as a toy. I couldn't say no to him because he pick me up and throw me around. It got to the point where I just ran away to my friends house one night and just told him everything.
My best friend, Quinn, was my everything. I knew him since I was 12 and we went through hell together, but if I ever need anything or any help, he is always there for me. Quinn is a short guy himself at 4'10" and 90 lbs. He has green eyes and blonde scruffy hair.
That night he help me get all of my stuff out of my apartment and brought it to his place. I broke up with Nick via text message and he didn't seem phased by it at all. He just said "whatever runt. Go find somebody that can deal with your shit".
For a year I just woke up, went to class, then came home and sat around or went to work then came home and slept. I work at a restaurant called, Freddy's Grill. It's basically your typical steak and fries type of place. Obviously people would look at me and ask me how tall I was almost on a nightly basis. I was used to it.
I have a fear of tall people so sometimes when I see a 5'10" or taller guy pay attention to me or talk to me I freeze and begin to feel extremely anxious. I knew my fear came from Nick and his friends and all the bullying I faced when I was younger, but I'm still struggling with it and sometimes leave work early if there is a guy who was tall and big who I couldn't serve anymore cause I was too fearful.
Later on in the year me and Quinn were talking and he told me he wanted to hook me up.
"Dude you've been single for over a year now! It's time to shine! I know there is a guy out there for you! Come on man!" He said with a big grin on his face.